He listens to it all,
That private hell stuff
You keep locked in the
Vault of your mind,
Where it buzzes around,
Louder and louder
But nobody else hears.
He listens and responds
Taking it all inside
So he can digest it
Instead of having it
Digest you,
The kindly stranger
Who sucks out the poison
Of the rattle snake bite
You can’t quite
Reach for yourself,
He is someone you can
Tell it all to,
“kind enough to care enough,”
To be tough enough to let you
Trust him the way you
Thought you could.
He is a once-in-a-lifetime
Man who merely wants
To share your pain
An angel of mercy
You did not expect
To find in this
Ever uncertain climb
To the top
Where the ladder
Gets less and less
Stable, where winds
Might knock you off.
His hands hold you
In place when
No one else would
He is the kind of man
I am not
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